Zhou Wang, a doctoral student in folklore, broke into a traditional Chaoshan funeral while writing his thesis.
He put on an academic air and wanted to be a calm observer.
Unexpectedly, the rules here are thicker than documents, and the human relationships are more complicated than data.
Weeping is a professional skill, eating is a family diplomacy, and even throwing a cup to ask for divination can "predict" the weather.
What he didn't even expect was that Chen Shoujing, the dignified and solemn eldest grandson of the funeral director's family, would catch him when he was about to fall.
I threw cups with him three times in the ancestral hall late at night and asked about my stay, my true heart, and the will of the gods.
When the voice recorder accidentally reveals a family dispute, when you need to touch the remaining warmth of life with your own hands in front of the cremator,
The direction of Zhou Wang's paper completely deviated from the outline.
Observed on the surface, but close in reality.
A funeral, seven days and seven nights.
He was studying how rituals could place souls, but he didn't know that his own soul was being properly taken in by another soul.
[OE, 2w short story]
Concept: Life in this world is extremely helpless. No one can escape death.